Poem June 18, 1949 Issue

HOME

Elizabeth M. Platte

How perfect is the home we have!
Mind builds it first in consciousness;
Reveals it now through pure ideas
Of harmony and righteousness.

Then what is that in which you dwell—
A sense of lack, belief of loss?
Oh, change your view, uplift your thought;
Accept the gold, instead of dross!

True home is ready now, complete,
Unfolding in its rightful place.
Its peace and beauty, fully proved,
Remain unchanged by time or space.

Companions in this lovely home
Are God's ideas, with which we dwell.
In consciousness of perfect bliss
we are at one and all is well.

Elizabeth M. Platte

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